HotHillbilly
09-20-2005, 01:49 AM
Hey y'all. I'd love to hear what y'all think. PM me any comments, dislikes, likes...anything. I've been dablin' with the story line for a few days now. If anyone seems to like it I'll post up the rest of it!! See ya 'round
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It was that time of year again. Leaves of gold and orange draped the once lush lawns. Winds began to rattle the naked branches and crops were being harvested. Small children were bundled up in their jackets and scarves. Homes smelt of bubbling cider, warm apple pie, and the sweet smell of burning wood.
Uncle Jesse sat at the kitchen table peeling apples as the house buzzed. A warm fire crackled in the hearth, the finest smells of engulfed the small farmhouse, the best china sat on the table, candles were burning and the flickers light up the room.
“Jesse, I think Daisy just pulled up!” Called Lillian- uncle Jesses wife, from the bedroom.
Uncle Jesse quickly put the apples in a bowl and wiped his hands on a towel as he headed out to the front porch. And who else would be pulling up but sweet lil’ Daisy in her red minivan.
“Uncle Jesse!” Daisy cried and ran up to him and kissed him on the cheek and threw her arms around his neck, “how are you and Lillian?” She asked.
“Oh, just fine. We’ve actually been-“ but he was interrupted by two shrieks as two small girls in braided pigtails came running up to him and hugged him. “Great Uncle Jesse!” the girls yipped. “Do you have anything for us?” they both asked.
“Emma! Mary Anne! What did I tell you about in the car?” Daisy scolded the two girls. “Now you apologize to Uncle Jesse.” Daisy said, hands on hips.
“Sorry Uncle Jesse.” The twins said in unison.
“Now Daisy, you can’t be to hard on the girls. ‘Sides, it’s a holiday! Now girls, if your mother lets you, y’all can go feed Marcy’s foal. Who knows, you might even find a lil’ surprise in the hayloft with your name on it.” The old man had a twinkle in his eyes.
Both girls shrieked and ran off to the barn. Daisy sighed and looked over at uncle Jesse and rolled her eyes. “I swear, those two girls will be the end of me! And they haven’t even hit puberty yet!” she laughed. “Johnny! Would you come out here and say hello to Jesse?” she called to the thin ten-year-old boy standing against the car.
“Hello Uncle Jesse.” He gave a half smile and then sighed, didn’t wanting to be there right now. His light auburn hair was brushed and he had to wear a button up shirt and nice pants, “Ah mom, can’t I just wear jeans? I hate wearing all this dressed up stuff.” He had complained early this morning.
“Woowee Johnny boy, you sure have grown since the last time I’ve seen you. Another three inches minimum.” Jesse smiled, which made Johnny feel a bit better. He hated be treated like a kid. “Now I’ve got something for you up in the hayloft too. Why don’t you go and make sure your sisters don’t go off with Marcys.” He smiled.
“Yes sir!” he smiled and jogged off towards the barn. “He’s just growin’ up Daisy. Don’t you worry; he’ll grow out of this phase. The boys did… out of the phase I mean. They never did grow up.” He laughed. Daisy rolled her eyes. “Enos hunny! Come over here!” she called to Enos who was in the back on the van grabbing two bag full of gifts. “Howdy sir!” Enos smiled and extended a free hand. Uncle Jesse scoffed and hugged Enos, “You can call me Uncle Jesse now Enos.” He laughed. “Now you two come on inside, and say hi to Lillian while we wait for the boys.”
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It was that time of year again. Leaves of gold and orange draped the once lush lawns. Winds began to rattle the naked branches and crops were being harvested. Small children were bundled up in their jackets and scarves. Homes smelt of bubbling cider, warm apple pie, and the sweet smell of burning wood.
Uncle Jesse sat at the kitchen table peeling apples as the house buzzed. A warm fire crackled in the hearth, the finest smells of engulfed the small farmhouse, the best china sat on the table, candles were burning and the flickers light up the room.
“Jesse, I think Daisy just pulled up!” Called Lillian- uncle Jesses wife, from the bedroom.
Uncle Jesse quickly put the apples in a bowl and wiped his hands on a towel as he headed out to the front porch. And who else would be pulling up but sweet lil’ Daisy in her red minivan.
“Uncle Jesse!” Daisy cried and ran up to him and kissed him on the cheek and threw her arms around his neck, “how are you and Lillian?” She asked.
“Oh, just fine. We’ve actually been-“ but he was interrupted by two shrieks as two small girls in braided pigtails came running up to him and hugged him. “Great Uncle Jesse!” the girls yipped. “Do you have anything for us?” they both asked.
“Emma! Mary Anne! What did I tell you about in the car?” Daisy scolded the two girls. “Now you apologize to Uncle Jesse.” Daisy said, hands on hips.
“Sorry Uncle Jesse.” The twins said in unison.
“Now Daisy, you can’t be to hard on the girls. ‘Sides, it’s a holiday! Now girls, if your mother lets you, y’all can go feed Marcy’s foal. Who knows, you might even find a lil’ surprise in the hayloft with your name on it.” The old man had a twinkle in his eyes.
Both girls shrieked and ran off to the barn. Daisy sighed and looked over at uncle Jesse and rolled her eyes. “I swear, those two girls will be the end of me! And they haven’t even hit puberty yet!” she laughed. “Johnny! Would you come out here and say hello to Jesse?” she called to the thin ten-year-old boy standing against the car.
“Hello Uncle Jesse.” He gave a half smile and then sighed, didn’t wanting to be there right now. His light auburn hair was brushed and he had to wear a button up shirt and nice pants, “Ah mom, can’t I just wear jeans? I hate wearing all this dressed up stuff.” He had complained early this morning.
“Woowee Johnny boy, you sure have grown since the last time I’ve seen you. Another three inches minimum.” Jesse smiled, which made Johnny feel a bit better. He hated be treated like a kid. “Now I’ve got something for you up in the hayloft too. Why don’t you go and make sure your sisters don’t go off with Marcys.” He smiled.
“Yes sir!” he smiled and jogged off towards the barn. “He’s just growin’ up Daisy. Don’t you worry; he’ll grow out of this phase. The boys did… out of the phase I mean. They never did grow up.” He laughed. Daisy rolled her eyes. “Enos hunny! Come over here!” she called to Enos who was in the back on the van grabbing two bag full of gifts. “Howdy sir!” Enos smiled and extended a free hand. Uncle Jesse scoffed and hugged Enos, “You can call me Uncle Jesse now Enos.” He laughed. “Now you two come on inside, and say hi to Lillian while we wait for the boys.”